A love poem.
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In the mornings we gather pretty seashells,
washed up on the shore by the ocean waves.
We will stroll together along the sandy beach,
staying very near the water’s foamy edge.
At night we make love beneath the stars,
feeling the cool wind caressing our naked flesh.
The excitement continues to build rapidly,
as we weather the storms of passion together.
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